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29 lines
724 B
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Farewell, rocky mountains
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Farewell, rocky mountains,
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At feat homeland calling,
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We went out to the open sea,
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In severe and long march.
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A wave and moan and cry
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And splash on board.
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Melted in the distant mist Fishermen -
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Rodimaya our land.
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Ship my stubbornly shakes
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Steep sea wave
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He raises and again throws
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In the boiling abyss it.
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The converse is true, I will not soon,
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But enough to battle the fire.
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I know, friends, that I can not live without the sea,
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As the sea is dead without me.
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No easy gait of a sailor
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I'm going to meet the enemy,
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And then, with victory heroic,
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To get back the rocky shores.
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Although waves and groaning and crying,
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And splash on board,
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But happily meet heroes Fishermen -
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Our darling zemlya.1942 |